Lucille walked carefully down the cold dormitory corridor, bare wet feet slapping on the wooden floor. She drew Sherlock's thin dressing gown around her naked body, her shower wet hair, soaking through the back of the silk. She groaned as she spotted a far too familiar silhouette in the corridor blocking her retreat to Sherlock's room.
"Morning Seb" she greeted the boy, Sebastian Wilkes, who lounged against the wall between his and Sherlock's rooms.
"Lucy, sweetheart, what a pleasant surprise early in the morning." He smiled and leant towards her.
"Can I get passed Seb, it's cold."
"Well, that will have something to do with you being wet and naked" he told her not uncomfortably close "you know you're wasted on him?"
She smirked "Really Seb? Is that a proposal?"
He reached out and ran a hand down the silk of the robe "let me show you Lucy, I could open your eyes, I could do things to you that…"
"That's enough Seb, I'm not interested, I'm really, really not interested." She pushed him away, opening the robe slightly, letting his hand slip into the soft material "Seb, this is not OK, can you let me passed, and stop being a prick."
His face changed subtly, as he brought it closer to her, never moving his hand from under the robe, she was suddenly pinned against the wall. "Do you never wonder what it feels like, a real man between those milky little thighs of yours, a real man who would make you scream in the night, who'd rock your thin little body till you walk sideways, I could do that for you, I could do it now, here in this corridor, and he would never know."
Just as his hand started moving up across her body towards her breast the door behind him opened wide. Sherlock beamed at them, and Sebastian stepped back as if burnt. Lucille slid towards the open door, as Sherlock stretched his hand out to her, she took it and he pulled her too him, planting a light kiss to the top of her head, he encircled her body with his arms.
"Good Morning Sebastian, I thought I heard voices" he smiled widely at the other boy.
"Holmes" Sebastian mumbled, and with a final glare at the girl in Sherlock's arms, he stalked off down the corridor.
Sherlock stepped backwards into the room, bring Lucille with him, and closed the door.
"Are you OK?" he asked her, dropping his arms, and letting her step away.
"Yeah" she smiled removing the robe and dropping it in a pool of silk at her feet.
He watched her as she started to rummage in his draws for the clean underwear she routinely left there. "I wouldn't have let him hurt you, you know that don't you?"
"Yes you would" she told him, laughing and smiling "In fact I'm surprised you didn't stay longer listening behind that door, just to see if he'd really rape me up against it?"
He looked at her and smiled, then looked again; still naked she was now searching in his wardrobe for a clean shirt to steal. "Why do you trust me Lu?"
"Who says I trust you?" she asked
"You're standing, naked, in my bedroom seconds after a run in with a man that left you scared and insecure." He sat on the edge of his desk and watched her, "but you're calm, you're joking, you feel safe with me, why?"
"Well you're not going to jump me for one." She smiled, starting to put on her underwear.
"Why not?"
She looked up at him, and smirked "You have spent much of the last two years, shagging every available male undergraduate, don't tell me you've suddenly gone straight?"
"I..I"
"I've stumped you?" she walked over and kissed his forehead "I'm not interested in that Sherlock, and you know it, and you respect it, and I trust you to respect it."
"Neither am I" he said quietly, 19 years old and suddenly he looked lost, "it's a phase for you, I know it is. One day Daddy will find you a husband and you'll be birthing an heir for the estate within nine months , in fact I predict in ten years' time you'll be married with 2 children in a central London location, to Doctor with another on the way, and what will I be? Where will I be without, without my hag?"
"Oh God I know I shouldn't have let you watch Will and Grace, I am not, I refuse to be you're fag hag Sherlock Holmes" she laughed "any way seriously, if you don't like these boys, why do you take them to bed?" she watched him shrug, and fiddle with his cigarette packet, she finished dressing, and di d little spin for him to approve her mismatched clothes, it wouldn't be seemly to go to Formal Hall, under dressed, when she turned to him again he was staring at his lighter. "You know for a genius, sometimes you are a frickin idiot Sherlock."
